Reply: One night in Boston

I was in Boston on business, a software thing. I was staying at a hotel across from a mall. After my meetings, I went to the mall to walk around and get out of the hotel room. At the mall I walked past the men's shoes and the salesman caught me in a conversation. I had the time and so did he and we talked for about an hour. I told him I was getting hungry and he said he was due his lunch hour and we went to the food court and had something to eat together. By then we were friends. He got off at nine and we agreed to meet at this bar a couple of blocks from the mall. 

The bar was small and personal, with a six seats at the bar and four tables. We sat at a table and ordered a drink and talked some more about the same things. He was an immigrant from Malta and I invited him to my hotel room. We kissed for a while in the room before getting our clothes off. I love kissing naked, and massaging dick while we kiss, and when we fell onto the bed we were both hard. After oral we kissed some more as the moment of truth approached. I don't deny that in that situation I wanted to bottom and enjoyed his attention.

He left to go home around midnight and I slept alone. My business meetings lasted until noon when I had to go to the airport. I haven't been back to Boston, but I remember my night in Boston and one of the best nights I've had a in a long time. 

For the record, both Rafael and me are in our sixties. Two old gay men, that enjoyed making company.